Quotes for the day

An expert is one who knows more and more about less and less. -Nicholas Murray Butler.

Be kind and courteous with your criticism... It's just as hard to write a bad book as it is to write a good book. -Malcolm Cowley.

Christ is all, and in all. -Bible.

I don't feel like dancin'. -Scissor Sisters.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses. -Ernest Dowson.

Youth is like spring, an overpraised season. -Samuel Butler.

To me, fair friend, you never can be old. -Me. Well, actually... I think Shakespeare said that one first, but he's dead, so it's not like it's copyrighted, right?

Jobs I've had:

1) Helper (for my dad doing flooring work)

2) Babysitter (self explanatory)

3) Flor-Lay worker

4) IGA Grocery Boy (aka. Executive Director of Executing all Tasks Related to and Concerning the Department of Grocery)

5) Treeplanter (Forest Technician)

6) IGA Grocery Boy- in Edmonton, this time.

7) Stock Handler (Quad Driver/Flipper)

8) Research Interviewer (Telemarketer)

9) Duplicating Equipment Operator, Dept. of Math/Stats (Senior Exam Liaison)

10) Research Supervisor (Internet Surfer)

11) Ethnographic Research Assistant (Spy In Training)

"I believe people make choices and should accept the consequences. That includes abused kids who grow into abusers, poor kids who take out their poverty on the property of others, men who batter their fears into the faces of women. It also includes communities that create the circumstances that foster abandonment, neglect, poverty, ignorance and fear."

This morning the phone rang and Margi asked me to shut the back door of our house- she had forgotten to close it on her way to Victoria. I closed the door and jumped back into bed for another couple of hours.

When I went to take Tay for a pee, I found the front door open too. I guess she forgot to ask me to shut the front door. Oops.

Anyways, today was one of those days where the sun comes out and attemtps to heat the city, but you still need to jump in the bath tub when you get home 'cause that's really the only thing that can warm you up. Or getting back in bed, but that's kind of silly in the middle of the day.

Some stupid little cunt called me a fag downtown today, so I was thrilled to be humiliated in public for the first time in Vancouver. I'm sure it won't be the last time, but wvr. I guess I'm used to that shit. She said something about my purple head band and shirt, too; I guess that makes me a fag.

It made me really sad when she said that to me, but not because my feelings were hurt or because of the few seconds of humiliation (everyone on the street hears and sees who she's yelling at- it's prettie obvious, right...); instead, I was saddened because I recalled something referred to as 'common humanity' in revolution building. It made me realize the distance between common and uncommon humanities; this assault explicated the reality of our humanities. I guess, in short, it made me realize that we aren't going to have a revolution anytime soon- I'd better get used to global capitalism; I'd better get used to exploiting people, so I can wear new clothes and play with sweet-ass gadgets; I'd better get used to fascist regimes dictating who is good and who is evil. I guess in this regime, purple-shirted faggots might be considered "against us." And I think, in reality, I am.

But I was quick to laugh off these isolated feelings of alienation and write them off as symptoms of humiliation. It had nothing to do with global inequalities based on skin colours and genders. It was humiliation. Hah. I doubt it. I wouldn't waste my time on humilation for that girl. I think she was just trying to be cool to her boyfriend or something like that.

Luckily, I had a great walk other than that, and I even had a cinnamon bun and a a fair trade coffee

on Main Street :-)